I can’t be bothered to watch The Real Housewives of New York City tonight. Why? Well, I’m exhausted from a day of learning. Yes, learning.
Isn’t that strange? At my job (which I still refer to as my “new job”) the learning curve is steep and sharp. It’s not only that I’m writing in a way that I haven’t in a long time, i.e., NOT ABOUT MYSELF, I’m also learning what is probably very rudimentary IT stuff, and it’s making my head explode.
On top of that, today was the first day of school for the girls. And I had a margarita at dinner that kicked my ass. Well, not kicked. More like tapped.
D’oh! Not tapped! Ugh, you know what I mean…
Earlier today I was poking around the interwebs and was reminded of this clip of the Real Housewives of Disney from Saturday Night Live last winter. Aside from Kristen Wiig – who must be exhausted from being hilarious in everything all the time – the best thing about the video is its witty references to several of our favorite housewife signifiers: terrible “dance singles”, bankruptcies, husbands of questionable sexual orientation (cough*Simon*cough), drinking problems, self-promotion masking as charity, and accidentally having sex with parrots.
The worst thing about the clip is Lindsay’s face. And how badly she’s messed it up and how much I hate it for her because I always root for that kid. And dammit, the camera may not love her anymore, but it still likes her a lot.
(Sorry you have to click to see it. NBC is stupid and stingy with their videos.)